When I was first introduced to them, Camelia said: "There used to be seven of them, and I always said 'seven bodies, one brain', but now that there's only four, I'm not entirely confident that they have gained any brain power!". It's true, watching them, they go EVERYWHERE together. The breed is Indian Runner, and they run around like armless, bow-legged things, but you can't keep your eyes off them once they're in motion! (To the point that Thomas called out "Ducks running!" in the middle of supper the other night and we all dropped our forks to get up and look out the window. They're that hilarious!)
We've recently been getting a duck egg every morning, which is a delight as they are delicious! Then, all of a sudden, four days ago, they just stopped. This morning, as Jon and I did chores, I saw the three males and no female. I called out "Duck missing!" and as he came around the corner, the female waddled out of the bushes. This is what we found:
Unfortunately, she's fighting a losing battle, as they have learned to dutifully retire to Buckingham Palace every night to be safe from predators. Fortunately, we also have a broody hen, happy to sit on eggs, so we gave her a private spot in the barn and she is now sitting on a number of assorted eggs, four of them duck eggs. It's been three weeks, so I'll keep you posted as to what happens!
We may be less enthralled with the ducks once the garden is planted, so maybe we'll wait on naming them for a while yet!